SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND
I'm Karima Heart, and I basically live a double life. In school, I'm the quiet, nerdy bookworm. At night, I'm the seductive, high-demand stripper every one screams for.
But everything's about to change. My perfect secret is on the verge of exposure because my brother's best friend just caught me. Now, to keep him quiet, I have to play his little obedient girl... and with him living under our roof, it's getting harder to resist the pull between us...
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Chapter 2
KARIMA HEART
I hurried down the corridor, practically jogging into the hallway.
Phew. I was only five minutes late and thankfully, class hadn't started yet. Looks like the new professor was running late too. Lucky me.
"KARRY!" Ellie's voice rang out from the far end of the hall. She had already secured our usual spot, front row, right side. The only place I could focus properly.
Ellie was the life of every party, the queen of chaos and cropped tops. Meanwhile, I was the nerd one, the "neat freak," as she liked to call me. She always had something to say about my outfits, especially my ponytail obsession, while she paraded around in her wavy shoulder-length blonde hair and a little fringe at the fore-head.
She gave me that look the second I reached her, pulling off my backpack to sit.
I didn't wait for the comment, I saw it in her eyes already. So I took the first move.
"I know, okay?" I said, cutting her off before she even opened her mouth. "I woke up late. No time to play fashion show."
"Yeah, yeah. Same excuse, different day," she sighed dramatically, giving my faded sea-blue shirt a once-over. "You look like a homeless child, Karry. Your brother is Malcolm Heart, literally one of the richest businessmen in this city. Could you at least pretend you live in the same house as him? Oh, I forgot, you actually do for God sake"
She rolled her eyes, then perked up.
"Anyway, I brought you a dress. You're wearing it to Jace's party tonight."
Right. Jace's birthday party.
Ellie's proud, overprotective, hot-headed boyfriend. It was wild how he was also best friends with Nathan, my boyfriend. Life really loved making things awkward for me. I avoided getting caught in Jace's temper storms at all costs. Being in between my best friend's boyfriend and my own boyfriend's best friend? A nightmare I didn't want front-row tickets to.
"See, I..." I started, but barely got the words out before a voice interrupted from the front of the class.
"Hello, everyone."
I immediately recognised that voice. I couldn't ever mistake it.
But... Hell, no.... This can't be happening.
My head snapped up like I'd just been electrocuted.
F*ck!
My eyes widened as I stared numb.
"Hell no..." Ellie whispered beside me, nudging my arm, obviously excited, her voice all hushed and giddy "This guy's hot, Karry."
My throat went dry at once.
Standing tall at the front of the class, wearing that same firm, indifferent look...
Owain?
Owain freaking Luther? This has to be a f*cking dream...
He didn't glance at me, not even once, but I couldn't stop staring. He might as well have set the entire room on fire.
"Good morning, sir," the class echoed. Ever student loves a hot professor, right?
Except me. I couldn't even move.
"I don't have much to say," he began, his voice calm and annoyingly confident. "But I'll be the new professor here. I'm Owain Luther. You can call me Owain... if you want."
Just like that, he wrapped it up.
"That'll be all for today. We'll begin properly next class. Good?"
"Yes, sir," the class chorused.
Again... except me.
As soon as he walked out, my gaze dropped straight to the desk.
This can't be real.
He wasn't just going to torment me at home anymore.
Now he had full access to me at school too.
You're doomed, Karima. There was officially nowhere left to hide.
***
KARIMA HEART
Ellie shot to her feet like she'd been stung.
"Look, Karry, I'll catch you later. I've got somewhere to be. Don't ask," she said quickly, cutting me off before I could open my mouth.
I rolled my eyes and gave her a fake smile. She knew what she did right there.
"Don't blame me," she teased, sticking her tongue out. "You still haven't told me where you sneak off to every day at 6 PM. You keep secrets too."
Oh yeah. I couldn't really argue.
How the hell was I supposed to tell her that her nerdy, quiet best friend had a secret night job... stripping?
Yeah, exactly. I wasn't ready for that conversation. Not now. Maybe never.
I was halfway behind the hall building when a hand grabbed me out of nowhere. My eyes widened in panic as I twisted to break free.
"Ever heard of calling someone's name?" I snapped, glaring up, only to find Owain's annoyingly attractive face staring back at me.
Great. What a bad luck...
He wore that same smug and unreadable look. It annoyed me more than I'd admit.
Why did it feel like he suddenly had all the time in the world... just to mess with me?
"Avoiding me, huh?" he asked, stepping in close, his hands tucked in his pockets.
I backed up instinctively until my spine met the cold wall.
"You'll be coming with me somewhere by 7 tonight," he said casually.
"I can't," I answered quickly. "I have my shift. I can't miss it."
But he didn't move. Instead, he leaned in, his face just inches from mine. I swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but at his lips... God, those lips.
"Okay," he whispered, a smirk dancing on his face. "You handle your shift... I'll see you around."
And the way he said it made something flutter in my chest. Stupid heart. Of course, he wasn't just accepting my little excuse, he was just trying to be in control. He always that, trying to show me who was in charge.
Just as his body leaned slightly into mine and my grip tightened around the books in my hands, then... bang!
A sudden force shoved him back.
Owain staggered, blood trickling down his lip as he wiped his mouth.
"What the hell, Nathan?!" I shouted in shock.
Nathan didn't even glance at me. His eyes were burning, locked on Owain.
Then they turned to me, hotter and angrier.
"You were out here messing with another guy?" he snapped, grabbing my arm roughly. "You think I wouldn't find out?"
Yeah... I probably should've mentioned... Nathan's anger had a habit of turning violent. He always apologized after. He'd say he couldn't help it.
But this time, he didn't get the chance.to do what he does best.
Owain's hand shot out, catching his mid-swing and shoving him hard. He crashed to the ground with a thud.
Owain stood over him, his muscles tense, his thin shirt doing nothing to hide the firm veins beneath it.
My heart raced, it felt like I was watching a scene from some twisted hero movie.
He turned to me, grabbed my waist with one firm arm, and pulled me close.
"She's my girlfriend now," he said coldly. "And unless you're asking for trouble, don't come near her again."
My mouth fell open as he walked me out of the scene like it was nothing. Nathan just sat there, stunned, still trying to process the scene.
And me?
Yeah... I had no idea how things had escalated this far.
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8.2
I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him.
Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils.
I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past.
I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison.
We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase.
"Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."
8.7
My fiancé plunged our SUV into an icy river during a blizzard. He had a choice: save me, or save his childhood sweetheart, Kianna.
He didn't hesitate. He left me to drown.
This wasn't the first time. In my last life, he' d "saved" me after Kianna drowned, only to trap me in a loveless marriage. He blamed me for her death, his silent accusations a constant torment. My own parents didn't care, forcing the wedding to secure a corporate merger. I was nothing more than a pawn.
He married me not for love, but as penance, making me his living scapegoat for the woman he truly lost.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the sinking car, the icy water rising around me.
This time, I smiled and pushed him toward her.
"Save Kianna," I commanded. "She needs you more."
8.7
For years, I was Faron Blackwell' s "whipping post." A cruel pact with his mother forced me to endure one hundred public humiliations for his affairs, a living tally of his conquests. I was a joke to high society, the wife who couldn't keep her husband.
After the final scandal, I discovered I was pregnant. But Faron, repulsed by the scars his family' s punishments left on my body, hadn't touched me in months. He was convinced the child wasn't his.
He ordered his mistress, a doctor, to terminate the pregnancy.
"Make sure she feels every bit of it," he said. "No anesthesia."
To force a confession about a lover who never existed, he trapped me and the children from my non-profit in a building and set off a bomb. As the inferno raged, I heard him screaming my name.
I ran straight into the flames, ready to end the nightmare.
But Faron didn't know his own mother had a different escape plan for me all along.
8.0
After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole.
For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion.
But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress.
"Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing."
My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about.
Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack.
I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me.
As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust.
I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover.
They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way.
Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident.
But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage.
I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.
7.5
Natalie Brooks, the young lady of the Brooks family, hid her identity to marry Samuel Morgan for love. The three-year cold marriage ended with a divorce when his first love, Lily, returned. Natalie left proudly, returning to her home, the most powerful Brooks family in New York, with her four talented brothers.
Natalie gradually transformed into a strong businesswoman. Samuel was surprised because Natalie was completely different from the image of the weak wife she had been before. He began to waver, remembering the years of living together, but was still surrounded by Lily's weak pretense.
Although Natalie was divorced, she still had lingering feelings, but she chose to strongly confront him, determined to prove her worth. From here, she continuously confronted Samuel and Lily, both to regain what she had lost and to force them to regret ever looking down on her. Meanwhile, Lily always played the role of the "weak girl", taking advantage of Samuel's pity, but she increasingly revealed her jealousy and hypocrisy. Natalie's brothers – especially Nathaniel Brooks and Henry Brooks – were fiercely protective of their sister and wanted Samuel to repent for what he had done to Natalie.
7.1
To survive a forced one-year marriage contract with the ultra-wealthy Chavez family, Averi Marsh disguised herself as a pathetic, ugly duckling.
She caked her flawless skin in muddy yellow foundation, wore thick glasses, and played the part of a trembling, uneducated orphan.
The entire family treated her like literal garbage.
The youngest brother publicly swore he would rather cut off his own hand than marry a piece of trailer park trash.
Her nominal fiancé, Clarke, looked at her with cold disdain, allowing his glamorous companion to humiliate Averi by forcing her into a neon pink clown dress.
At a high-society party, a socialite shoved her into an infinity pool, laughing as the heavy fabric dragged her to the bottom.
They all wanted to see the poor girl broken, humiliated, and driven out of their pristine world.
What they didn't know was that beneath the hideous sweaters was a breathtaking, lethal predator.
They had no idea she was 'Spectre', the undefeated underground racing god who had just humiliated the arrogant Clarke on the track.
They didn't know she could shatter a bully's wrist in seconds or bankrupt their wealthy friends with a single text message.
But when the chlorinated pool water washed away her ugly makeup, the family's ambitious second son caught a glimpse of her true, flawless face.
The game of hide-and-seek was officially over.
The Chavez family thought they were torturing a helpless sheep, but they were about to realize they had locked themselves in a cage with a wolf.